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I long to be his possession
Oh, he's my everything
I remember my days of darkness
Without sunshine or sight to lead my way
But a whisper of His voice softly calling
To the arms of my maker to stay
He is my reason for living
Oh, He is the king of all kings
I long to be His possession
Oh, He's my everything
After the lighting and thunder
After the last bell has rung
I want to bow down before Him
And hear Him say well done
He's my reason for living
Oh, He is the king of all kings
I long to be His possession
Oh, He's my everything
I long to be His possession
Oh, He's my everything
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